Friday, January 30, 2009

THE LURE OF THE BASKET

Ice Fishing on Eagle Lake in Acadia National Park
The ice is about 1.5 feet thick where my husband drills the first hole. It is early afternoon and a brief snow squall has just passed over. The ice auger, traps and authentic ice fishing basket were a gift to my husband from my stepfather a few years ago.
The Plan: drill 5 holes in the ice, bait and set the traps, wait for the red flag to pop up.



The sun has come out and we decide to snow shoe on the trail while we wait for the flags.
Meanwhile, elsewhere on the lake are found....
A snowmobiler having fun on his sled.

A couple standing outside their ice shack. In the distance two cross country skiers glide by, one clad in shorts. Mainers are a hardy lot.
Later, as we head back to our traps, we pass
a pair of ice shacks dwarfed by the backdrop of a nearby mountain,
and a fisherman headed home.
What tales will be told at the end of a day?

A splendid day of ice fishing is not always about what you bring home in your basket. And now you know why.

4 comments:

capt. Danube. said...

you got nothing? Jesus christ!!You are a LOSER!!

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Anonymous said...

I just got my license im ready to fish.........ive got brand new equitment -everything i could wish-lts jigg em and rigg em and snaggel zop poop em. and then lets go home to the ghostly land groupem. capt ub.